'entrusting me with wings' ~Marilyn Peretti

Fine, fine. I’ll be honest. I am a tad neurotic about some things, somewhat compulsive, if you will.

I fold. No paper, it often seems, is safe near me. I am addicted to origami.

I clean. To the point of causing visitors discomfort, one once complaining, “I’m not that dirty! Just stop that damned vacuuming!”

I don’t really understand why I do these things and I don’t believe that I have always been this way (though I certainly can’t remember when I was not).

But the point of this story (and yes, there is a point) is this: I had an army of cranes sitting on my desk at home, nigh surrounding my computer. We are talking 150+ cranes, all very pretty (the reason I had them all around me) and a veritable cacophony of colors.

Unfortunately, whilst working on some work, I also noticed a fine dusting of, er, dust. :) And being mildly neurotic, made to blow it away, forgetting, in their entirety, the cranes.

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Yes. Paper cranes can fly.

They can fly everywhere.

le sigh

I’ve been picking up cranes for the last 15 minutes and noticed, while in the process of doing this, that I really need to introduce the business end of my vacuum hose to the carpet behind my bass.

Sadly, I don’t know exactly how many cranes I started off with and so I don’t know if we managed to save every soldier. And I have this frightful idea that I never will; that I’ll be finding random cranes for years to come.

God, I hope not.

Random question: What, exactly, is the point of day light savings time? I do not understand this.